Hoax
Color my history book
Manipulate the mothers and destroy the youth
They disguise truth because of the way I look
The way my people look, the way my continent looks
Army suits and black boots march towards my village destroying our fruits
Now we starve naked but that’s that
Exploit our fruits, what’s that?
It’s tough growing up black because in Africa poverty walks
The worlds greatest HOAX
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